Okay so the last couple days here have been hell. Literal hell. The neighbors have been driving me nuts. I have LITERALLY been calling it #neighbororgy. I don’t have a FUCKING clue what they are doing, but whatever it is they are not letting me write, because of THE FUCKING POUNDING! Drumming…. Fuck if I even know what they are doing. Yes, they have OFFICIALLY brought out the potty mouthed big bad asshole in me.
And you know what? I don’t know if that is actually a bad thing. Or a good thing. I know that when I can write it will be a good thing. But until then I guess I will vent it all here. Because I know that having an insane amount of excess energy and anger when you start writing certain things, will not be good for your characters. OR for you.
Thats right Your writing suffers. You suffer. EVERY FUCKING THING SUFFERS! EVERYTHING! EVERYONE! Breathe girl breathe. I promise, I’m not a psychopath. I just really have some strong emotions. About things. Weird things.
Coffee. My kids. My husband. My cats. Music. Yeah. I know. I know. Its bedtime. Good night world.